God... when you thought of a pine tree
How did you think of a star ?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us from afar
How did you think of a clean brown pool
Where flecks of shadows are?
God... when you thought of a cobweb
How did you think of dew?
How did you know a spider house
Had shingles bright and new?
How did you know the human folk
Would love them like they do?
God... when you patterned a bird song
Flung on a silver string
How did you know the ecstasy ?
That crystal call would bring ?
How did you think of a bubbling throat
And a darling speckled wing?
God... when you chiseled a raindrop
How did you think of a stem ?
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem
How did you know a million drops ?
Would deck the morning's hem ?
Why did you mate the moonlight night
With the honeysuckle vines ?
How did you know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines ?
How did you weave the velvet disk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God... when you thought of a pine tree
How did you think of a star ...>?
Poem ::: God the Artist by Angela-Morgan
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